Suck It Sickness

Living alone has so many awesome perks, like well....living alone. I am on no one else's schedule but mine.

But living alone never sucks more than when you're sick. I woke up unable to swallow or breathe, yet somehow coughing is my new best skill. More like, coughing until my head falls off and rolls along the floor.

Chad LOVES to shop, but he has not yet mastered the art of driving to go pick up meds, nor has he obtained the self-control to rake leaves.


But I bet he could bite the neighbors who stood out front of my driveway today and openly discussed the state of my yard. If they're so concerned, why don't they come on over and volunteer their time and energy? Yeah, didn't think so.

Now here's the sign they've posted on every door at work about going in sick....

Chills OR fever
~ and ~
cough OR sore throat

OK, I've got the cough and the sore throat. I don't have chills or fever, but my muscles are definitely sore. So, I guess I could go in according to Ze Zermans policy. Even though I am spitting up vileness from the depths of my lungs that probably carries germs that could make someone else sick. Which is likely how I got this in the first place. Thanks co-workers (and your kids).

Nine days until Vegas....could I please be relocated to the basement? My new space isn't even finished yet anyway. Tell you what, I'll give up my stapler.

Or how about Singles Island? Somewhere germs only exist if people consent to exchanging body fluids.

So today, I did a lot of spacing out....

A Mucinex Extra Strength and Alka Seltzer Chest Congestion cocktail will do that to you. But that tranquil mug is too small for me.

I need to drink tea out of my favorite mug.

Sagittarius:
optimistic, jovial, romantic,
honest, idealism, philosophical

And MBI said to add: Saucy and Dark.

Oh yeah, that's me baby. Especially today. Saucy doesn't even begin to define it.

Excuse me, I have to go hawk up a lung now.